just what i am
& not
what i have and haven't got
who i was
and where i've been
& neither it nor Christ himself
could wash away this sin.
i'm a bridge burner,
a real head turner
i can make you forget where you end
& where i begin.
i'll talk real nice and slow
let you borrow my smokes
i could be your heroin.
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